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After All This Time.
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The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss The Perfect Heir.
Chapter Ninety Two: The Perfect Heir The penthouse hotel room in Berlin felt too small for the energy bouncing off Caesar's skin. He paced like a caged animal…from the window to the door, back to the window, again and again. His hands moved when he talked, sharp gestures that cut through the air. Enzo had already sighed a million times. He was about to make it a million and one. "I have to see him again." The words tumbled out before anyone could speak. "I have to talk to him properly. Without Kohler standing there like a guard dog." Peter shifted on the couch, thoughtful. "What if Kohler was just being protective? I mean, the guy's heir comes out of nowhere, some random man walks up calling him by a different name…any father would step in." "I'm not anyone." Caesar's voice was sharp. "He knows who I am. He would have heard of me. He could have at least introduced me properly instead of shooing me away like some paparazzi." Enzo leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His fa
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss His Face.
Chapter Ninety One: His Face Two Years Later Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days. Seventeen thousand five hundred hours. Caesar had stopped counting after the first year. It hurt less that way or at least, that's what he told himself. The apartment hadn't changed. Julian's jacket still hung on the back of the chair where he'd left it. His toothbrush still sat in the bathroom, right next to Caesar's, like he'd just stepped out and would be back any minute. His books still piled on the nightstand…the one he'd been reading, a bookmark halfway through chapter seven, waiting for him to come back and finish it. Caesar had the mansion cleaned every week. Couldn't stand dust, couldn't stand the thought of Julian's things getting dirty. But he'd warned the maid strictly. That jacket? Don't touch. Those books? Don't move. The bathroom? Leave everything exactly where it is. She probably thought he was crazy….Maybe he was. He couldn't let go. Couldn't move on. Couldn't do any of
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss The Lose in the Sea.
Chapter Ninety: The Lose in the Sea. The van was parked three blocks from hell. Caesar could see the lights from here…blue and red splashing against the buildings, painting everything in chaos. Police barricades and federal agents swarming like ants. The Oasis looked like a war zone. He couldn't sit still or breathe. His leg bounced, his hands fidgeted, his eyes kept darting to the building like he could see through walls. His phone buzzed. Peter's name appears on the screen. He answered so fast he almost dropped it. Didn't even say hello. "Tell me you found him.", he asked immediately. Peter's voice crackled through, stressed, breathless like he'd been running. "Caesar, the place is a madhouse with the feds everywhere. I checked every exit on the blueprints like we planned. Every stairwell and every loading dock but nothing. He's still inside." Caesar's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. "Then I'm going in." Enzo's hand shot out, grabbing his arm. "Caesar, no. L
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss After All This Time.
Chapter Eighty Nine: After All This Time. The air was thick and hot and tasted like dust. Julian had been crammed in the tight, dark space above the ceiling for two whole days. A sub-ceiling crawlspace…a forgotten vein in the building’s body. He had survived on protein bars that tasted like chalk and sips of warm water.A small, hidden earpiece played quiet classical music, a lifeline to keep the creeping claustrophobia and the pounding in his skull from driving him insane.The pain was a white-hot drill behind his left eye. He bit down hard on the leather sleeve of his jacket, the taste of oil and grit filling his mouth, swallowing back the groan that wanted to escape. He fumbled in the dark for the orange bottle, shook out two pills, and dry-swallowed them, wincing.Just a little longer. Just hold on. Don’t you dare pass out now.His own stubborn will was the only dam holding back a tidal wave of agony.Then, he heard it. A change in the rhythm of the building. The muffled thump-
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss A New Page is Turned.
Chapter Eighty-Eight: A New Page is TurnedThe room was dead quiet. Julian’s whole vibe had changed. The jumpy energy was gone, replaced by this scary, icy calm. His eyes looked different and sharp. Like he’d turned off his heart and left the machine running. He pointed at the blueprints.“First plan’s trash. The gala entrance is a steel trap now. We don’t walk in with them.” His finger jammed down on the roof plans. “I go in two days early. Right here.”Caesar felt his gut twist. “Where?”“Mechanical alcove. For the climate system. Cameras don’t see it.” Julian’s voice was flat. “I wait there. Forty-eight hours.”“You’ve lost your mind,” Caesar breathed, going pale. “Two days up there? Exposed? What if your head goes off? What if you have an episode? And the cold, Julian. And food? Water? This isn’t a plan, it’s a death wish.”A ghost of a smile touched Julian’s mouth. A cold one. “The headache’s always there. It’s part of the furniture. The cold won’t kill me.” He shrugged. “The
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss The Wrench.
Chapter Eighty Seven: The Wrench “I found someone.” Peter dropped into the huge leather chair beside Julian’s desk, buzzing with nervous energy. “This guy. Ravi. He’s in Bangalore, completely off-grid. I took your advice…someone with no ties, no clue who the Liberty Circle even is.” Julian looked up from the blueprints, a flicker of relief in his tired eyes. “He’s a ghost in the machine,” Peter continued, leaning forward. “The absolute best at remote penetration and data streaming. He says with the schematics and the codes you got, he can create a ‘digital ghost’ in their system.” “Once it’s in, the feed is untraceable. They won’t know they’re broadcasting their own nightmare.” As Julian reached for a notepad to jot down the contact, the afternoon light slanted across his hand, catching the platinum band on his finger. It wasn’t flashy, but it was impossible to miss. Peter’s eyes snapped to it. His excited chatter died. He stared, his brow furrowed. “Jules…” he started, his v
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